"Wha... what?!"
"This is impossible!!"
"Puh!"
The smirks and murderous intents on the faces of Blood Demon True Monarch and the twelve Nascent Soul elders behind him instantly froze, replaced by boundless horror and disbelief.
So of the weaker elders suffered a backlash from their Divine Techniques being forcibly broken, spurting fresh blood on the spot, their auras withering.
"Who exactly are you?"
Blood Demon True Monarch, holding the dim, endlessly lanting Blood Soul Banner tightly, stared deathly at Xu Ping, like he had seen a ghost.
Even a top late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator could absolutely not achieve this effortlessly.
Could it be... Nascent Soul Perfection?"
This thought made even him feel a chilling coldness to his bones.
Nascent Soul Perfection! What kind of existence is that?
The cultivators watching from afar were already stunned to the point of losing their souls, each with their mouths wide open, unable to produce any sound.
In their minds, there was only one thought crazily resonating: Who exactly is this divine being, to have such heaven-piercing, earth-shattering abilities?
"Fellow Daoist, it’s a misunderstanding, all of this is a misunderstanding!"
Blood Demon True Monarch reacted incredibly quickly, the rage on his face instantaneously transforming into a nearly fawning, fearful smile as he clasped his hands, "It is I who was blind, offending Fellow Daoist."
"Please, Fellow Daoist, spare . Our Blood Demon Mountain is willing to pay any price to calm your wrath!"
His tone was urgent, his posture lowered extrely, a complete contrast to his previous arrogant deanor.
Facing overwhelming strength disparity, face, authority, all beco bullshit.
Surviving is the first priority.
Yet Xu Ping responded to him with only one word.
"Slash."
Xu Ping’s Canghua Divine Wood Sword once again swung effortlessly.
This ti, it was no longer formless Sword Intent, but a dazzling sword light burst forth with a booming explosion.
Like the Milky Way breaking its banks, the boundless sword light imdiately filled the heavens and earth, transforming into a sea of annihilation, enveloping Blood Demon True Monarch and the twelve terrified Nascent Soul elders behind him entirely.
"No!!!"
"Spare , Fellow Daoist!!"
"Ah--!!"
Miserable screams and desperate pleas erupted in the sword light sea, but only persisted for an instant before abruptly stopping.
The sword light dispersed.
The sky returned to clarity.
Those twelve early to mid-stage Nascent Soul elders of Blood Demon Mountain, along with their flesh, Nascent Souls, magical treasures, and even their storage bags, completely vanished, leaving not a trace behind, as if they had never existed in this world.
Only the lingering, slight spatial fluctuations and faint burnt sll in the air proved that they had been instantly vaporized and obliterated by an unimaginably terrifying force.
Left behind at the scene, was only Blood Demon True Monarch, covered in blood, his robes shattered, his aura diminished to the extre, his face full of ultimate terror and astonishnt of surviving a catastrophe.
He survived not because his strength was enough to withstand, but because Xu Ping deliberately controlled the power of his sword, rely severing his protective demon light, severely injuring his flesh, without taking his life.
Xu Ping was not soft-hearted, but did not want to display too much of an unbelievable spectacle under the public gaze.
A single sword exterminating thirteen Nascent Souls, among them a late-stage Great Cultivator, if this news spread, would surely attract the attention of Cloud Thunder Celestial Venerable.
Leaving Blood Demon True Monarch with a breath is more prudent.
"Escape!"
The mind of Blood Demon True Monarch was nearly destroyed by fear, he dared not linger for an instant, not even uttering a harsh word.
Without hesitation, he abandoned his severely injured body, with his Nascent Soul enveloping a few core magical treasures, transforming into a barely detectable blood-colored stream of light, frantically fleeing toward the horizon with instant movent.
His speed far exceeded the escape velocity of an ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator.
This person’s combat strength is definitely not inferior to a Nascent Soul Perfect Cultivator.
Must escape!
Xu Ping quietly watched Blood Demon True Monarch’s Nascent Soul disappear over the horizon, without making a move to stop, not even pretending to pursue.
Long before his appearance, he had covertly released a phantom, silently locking onto Blood Demon True Monarch’s aura.
No matter where he fled to, he could not escape the tracking of the phantom.
Blood Demon True Monarch, in his eyes, was already a dead man.
As for Blood Demon Mountain, he also instructed the phantom to eradicate it.
In the distance, those observers had long been utterly shocked cold by the reversal of events before their eyes.
One person!
Only relying on one sword!
Single-handedly battling a late-stage Nascent Soul and twelve early to mid-stage cultivators.
The result... turned out to be such an effortless crush.
With a casual wave, the group of demons turned to ashes, the only remaining late-stage Great Cultivator could only abandon his flesh, escaping shafully with instant movent.
What kind of power is this?
A Nascent Soul Perfect Cultivator is probably just like this, right?
Could it be so hidden world monster suddenly showing up?
"Go!"
"This place is not suitable to stay for long!"
"What if that senior considers us to be prying, dying would be in vain!"
Unsure who first reacted, with a low shout, all observers fled the scene like frightened rabbits turned into Escape Light, hastily leaving, fearing a mont’s delay would lead to the sa fate as the Blood Demon Mountain elders.
It is foreseeable, after this battle, the na of a mysterious, unpredictably powerful, supre Sword Cultivator will surely spread through the mouths of these people like a gale, shaking half of the Nanchuan Realm.
Countless forces will be astonished, starting to privately investigate the origins and objectives of this suddenly erged formidable presence.
...
And the instigator of this storm, Xu Ping, had quietly returned to the elegant bamboo building at Purple Bamboo Mountain, as if he had rely gone for a walk.
"Xu Lang, that late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator outside just now... was he Blood Demon True Monarch who once sought your arrest?" Duan Shuang approached, asking.
The matter of Xu Ping being pursued by Blood Demon True Monarch was naturally known to her.
"Yes."
Xu Ping gave a slight nod, a faint smile of settling past grievances on his face, "Handled it smoothly, it can be considered a resolution of this enmity."
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